Just as I landed here they were preparing for a major political celebration. 25th of May is like their Independence Day, and since elections are sort-of coming up it's politically relevant. In spite of visibly a lot of effort on the part of the government to try and organise something grandiose, the turnout was negligible for a town this size, and by and large scuzzy / poorish people oft times visibly bussed in for the affair. While it doesn't look exactly like North Korea, it's quite clear that Cristina & co are going out of power.

You can't win. You can't beat me. That's why I'm here and you're there. Because I'm a winner. I'll always be a winner and you'll always be a loser.

The strange thing here isn't that they're dancing in the street, that I've seen in pretty much each and every Latin American country. Nor that there's one older guy with a stable of girlies, that idem and not just in America. The strange thing is that they weren't asking for money. I looked. No hat, no cup, no nothing.